Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
the Association,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.